Alright, let’s talk about this whole thing. When I first heard the news about the Lillard trade finally happening, I was actually in the middle of sorting out my garage. Just knee-deep in old boxes and stuff I haven’t looked at in years.
My phone buzzed, saw the notification. Didn’t really hit me at first. Just another sports thing, right? But then it kinda sunk in. All that time in one place, all the talk, and then boom, gone somewhere else.
Thinking Back
It got me thinking, funny enough, about when I left my old job. Not the same scale, obviously, just some regular job. But I’d been there a long time. Felt like part of the furniture, you know? Knew everyone, knew how everything worked, the good and the bad. Leaving felt huge, even though it was my choice.
The Process Was Messy
- First, there was the back and forth in my own head. Should I? Shouldn’t I? Felt like weeks of just mulling it over.
- Then, telling my boss. That was awkward. Tried to keep it professional, but it’s hard when you’ve worked together for ages.
- Cleaning out my desk felt weird. Packing up personal bits, old coffee mug, photos. Felt like I was packing up a chunk of my life.
- Saying goodbye to colleagues. Some were happy for me, some looked kinda sad, maybe even a bit betrayed? Hard to tell.
It wasn’t this big dramatic thing like a player trade, no cameras or anything. Just me, a cardboard box, and a slightly uncomfortable handshake at the end. But the feeling… that feeling of changing something major, leaving the familiar, stepping into something totally new… it’s unsettling.
So yeah, seeing the Lillard news pop up while I was surrounded by my own past junk in the garage, it just struck a chord. It’s never as simple as just moving from A to B. There’s always a whole lot of baggage, mental and sometimes physical, that comes with it. Just the way things are, I guess.
